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The In-between
Serenity        hidden within the     in-between, open      to the curious       minds.

The one's who      see    between the     lines, searching for any adventure,       anywhere they can find.

Inspired by the          ideas, hidden through time     and on occasion          rejected by mankind.

Travelling          world's in their spare       time, treasuring these moment's          they find.

Remembering      never to let others fall              behind, exciting them with their
                                      rhymes.

For these        creature's, do not really          unwind.

Searching              all their lives, these moment's              fufilling them, offering              them to truly feel alive.
 Jan 25 Jeremy Betts
Nemusa
Divers plunge into the ocean of my soul,
sifting through fragments of joy,
shards of laughter,
a mosaic of moments bathed in light.

Love, a blinding star,
grief, its shadow trailing behind,
the death of time unfolds silently,
second after second slipping into the abyss.

Tears carve rivers on my cheeks,
their currents whisper truths
I cannot name but feel—
bittersweet, an ache that sings.

I hold this hurt tenderly,
a fragile treasure,
and wouldn’t trade it for emptiness.

Still, I stretch toward the light,
my fingers brushing
the edges of something infinite,
a hope shimmering beyond the waves.
BLT word challenge "divers".
 Jan 25 Jeremy Betts
collin
i talked to a stranger on the phone
it wasn't the face i've known
but i'm pretty sure it had his bones
i walked a minefield of catching up
with the hollow cheeked husk
of a man i used to love
I sit here,
Like a beetle on its back,
In a crack of its own design,
Crafting its own demise,
Frantically flailing,
Panicking mainly—

...until Chad rolls by on an electric scooter.

"Oi, mate!" he shouts,
Toblerone crumbs on his shirt,
flipping me right-side up with a casual shove.
Life isn't death's right-hand man anymore;
it's Chad's co-pilot, cruising on mismatched wheels.

The universe? Doesn't listen to "enough is enough,"
but apparently, it does respond to
"******, this beetle's stuffed!"

Yeah, mate. Guess this in’t the end.
Not with Chad around.
 Jan 23 Jeremy Betts
Nemusa
Beneath the weight of the moment,
fractured seconds linger like echoes,
etched into the hollows of my mind.
Most things dissolve,
consumed by the hungry tides of forgetting,
but not this—
not the way you made me feel.

Small.
Insignificant.
The air stolen from my lungs
as life unraveled, thread by thread.
I lay there,
the world shrinking,
your gaze an avalanche,
your silence a knife.

It wasn’t the darkness that stayed—
it was the sharpness of being
discarded, diminished, erased.

I will not forget.
The universe has ways
of balancing its scales.
And when it does,
may you feel what I felt—
every fragment of it.
As it stands now
One of us is a fool
It’s probably me
But it might be you
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